Passing by the bakery today, the aroma of their new Black Forest cake rooted me to the spot. It reminded me of the first time I tasted chocolate—that sweetness that felt like it shook my very soul, and the greedy, curious hunger for sensory pleasure that followed. That curiosity has now extended to the warmth of fingertips on skin, the dampness of lips meeting, and the muffled sob caught in the throat when one is filled. Heaven doesn't have what the mortal world has given me, along with this body that hungers, that yearns, that trembles from a single embrace. Sometimes I think being cast out wasn't a punishment, but what truly taught me how to 'savor'.